Airplane
by dfreiberg@ameritech.net

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Spending two hours at O’Hare International Airport was not my idea of a good time. Unfortunately, with tightened airport security at one of the world’s busiest airports it was a necessity. Adding ‘insult to injury, I was waiting for a flight to Dayton, Ohio for a work conference. I am an editor for an interior lighting and accessory trade magazine - quite a feat for a 26-year-old. This wonderful title came with a price; I have to represent my magazine at every ma and pa association and conference in the Midwest.

After a long day of closing my last pages for print on this month’s issue there I was getting out of the limousine. Still dressed in my suit and tie, I became indistinguishable from the countless business travelers waiting to check into the United Airlines terminal. To pass the time I phased out mentally, as I usually do, and started checking out the businessmen. There were so many hot and preppy men at the airport that night. Many of them were wearing their perfect tailored suits and tie-down Kenneth Cole shoes and proving to be as bored as me.

One of the advantages of heightened, war-on-terrorism security is the precautions the airports take. I got a schoolboy thrill from watching each of the men ahead of me remove their shoes and put them through the x-ray conveyer. Each guy reached down and pulled off his shoes, leaving helpless sweaty dark socked feet for minutes at a time as they waited for security to do a thorough check. As I grew closer to the security checkpoint I had a problem hiding my hard cock behind my suit pants and jacket. I took off my slip-on black loafers. My feet had been quite sweaty that day. The pungent smell was overpowering for me as I stood there watching the iridescent outlines of my baggage and shoes on the screen.

I quickly grabbed my bag and started to slip on my shoes. As I bent over, a very cute man, (the next one in line) was intently looking at my feet while I was putting my shoes on. When he realized I caught him he quickly made eye contact with a brief and timid smirk. Just as I was about to kick it into full flirting .

”Move along.” A federal officer with a very large holster belted. “We have to keep this area clear.”

Startled, and pissed off at his timing I moved off towards one of the gift shops facing the security checkpoint. I grabbed a Money issue as if I really wanted to read it. I watched cute guy take his shoes off and place them on the conveyer. His feet were huge! His calves protruded his cuffed pant leg. His socks were molded perfectly to his moist well-defined feet. He was wearing dark gray socks that became black when they reached the balls of his feet.

And now he caught me checking out his feet. His green eyes met mine and locked into place. I had to lean on the magazine rack to get my balance. My cock was throbbing. My mouth was dry. He looked awesome. He was easily 6 feet tall and had a beautiful head of black hair. He looked like Peter Gallagher without the unibrow. I looked down at the Money magazine and before I could throw it back on the rack ? he moved on to the gates.

Damn.

Well shit, it was fun while it lasted. I thought. I went to my gate. Sat down and fired up my laptop. You have no idea how hard it is to hold a laptop on your lap with a case of blue balls.

About a half hour into editing a story about the “use of tin” as being modern yet retro, I looked up. There, seated a few rows down from me on the black seats was the cute guy. He was reading a book and had kicked his right leg over his left. This gave me a full display of his huge shoes. Without thinking my laptop was shutdown and headed straight for its bag. I began the process of trying to make eye contact with him again.

It didn’t take long. We locked eyes again. This time he looked at me and then down at his own feet. He took one of those huge feet out of its shoe and rubbed the moist bottom of the foot around the shoe of the other. He was polishing his shoe with his sweaty foot! Now this guy was teasing me . . . .

The flight attendant called for my flight’s boarding passes. I got in line and kept eye contact with this sweaty foot Adonis. He sat off to the side, shamelessly rubbing his left socked foot. I could have shot a load right there. I tried to take in as much of the scene as I could before I boarded my plane … as I knew this would be the last time I saw him.

I got into my seat on the cramped 737. I started to pull out my papers and stowed away all my crap. I had a window seat as always. The plane would not be full tonight partly because it was a Tuesday and mostly because no one wanted to fly. No one was seated in my row and I couldn’t be happier.

Just as I was about to relax a man sat in the aisle seat--IT WAS HIM!!!!!!!!

We sat there for a moment and smiled at each other and waited. I hoped no one sat in the seat between us. He looked over at me and at my feet. It felt like an eternity. . . . .

”What will you be doing in Ohio?” I choked out as I my throat was still dry. “By the way, my name is Dan”.

I shook his huge muscular hand. I was shaking.

?My name us Steve ? great to meet you - I am heading out there for business. And how about you??

I nodded to indicate the same. We poorly pretended to not notice each other. We were seated in the back of the plane and the flight attendants were buzzing around our area. Before we knew it they disappeared and we pushed off from the gate. The roar of the engines and forced air jets gave us our opportunity.

Steve slipped his shoes off. I could smell the sweet leather and man-sweat.

”If they stink too much, I’m sorry,” Steve whispered. The lights went down and reading lights were the only light left in the cabin. Steve pushed his body over to the center seat. He crossed his right leg over and put his foot into my lap. I began to touch it. I rubbed it. I felt the dense moist socks on the strong muscular foot. He had huge bulbous toes that were perfect spheres of warm inviting flesh. His toes worked over to my throbbing cock. Four of his toes managed to create a partial wrap around my hard erect penis.

I went down and sniffed his foot. The smell was so strong it stayed in my nose for minutes afterward. I just wanted to kiss this him--to pull off his socks and make short work of his feet with my tongue.

He grabbed my hand away from his foot. He put it back in my lap as a fight attendant passed. Without hesitation he placed my hand on his hard engorged cock. I could feel the definition of his mushroom-head cut cock through his pants. We kept repeating the foot-and-cock scenario for the hour-and-half plane ride. With 15 minutes before the plane started its descent into Dayton, Steve made a surprising request.

”Take off your socks and I will do the same.”

We had been using a blue airplane blanket to hide our foot and cock liaisons. He instructed me what to do next.

”Cum into your sock,” he slowly and quietly ordered. “I’ll do the same into mine.”

We both had freed our cocks under the blanket. It was extremely difficult to hide the orgasm from the rest of the travelers. I have never shot so much in my life.

”Now what?” I asked

”Give me both your socks.”

I obliged and handed them over. He put my cum-filled sock on his giant left foot and the other he quickly slipped on the other. I could smell the light, tart smell of semen coming form the socks. He handed me his. I placed my foot into his cum-filled grey-black sock. What an erotic experience to have his man-juice all over my feet. While wearing each others socks we quickly replaced our shoes and prepared for landing.

As we left the terminal and headed to the baggage claim, I resigned myself to saying goodbye to Steve. “Do you want these socks back”

”No,” he laughed gently, “and I am not giving these back to you. I have to go find my ride. Take care. It was nice meeting you.”

Still in the afterglow of Steve my limo driver met me at the usual place.

”Good evening Mr. Smith. We are waiting for one other, sir.” He said in a professional voice. “It would seem he is staying at the Marriott as well.”

As he loaded my bags into the car someone approached from behind.

It was Steve! He handed his bag to the limo driver …and the rest is to be continued.